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I'm managing a colony of ants and fairies.

I have a little morning ritual after Addi leaves for school... I chat with Barstow for a few, check my email and read the new posts from the 83 blogs I follow while eating breakfast. Why don't I have any time to read books again? [Which reminds me... I finished mine. Review time later.]

I am always on the look-out for new inspiration, although I find it everywhere. Sometimes I will be riding the train and the look on someones face makes me feel like painting... something I haven't done in a while. Too long. Rambling aside, I came across a blog called Fifty Words, in which Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday. I've been sitting on this blog for a while, just wanted to make sure I was in the right frame of mind to read the posts... I don't really know what that means. I read the majority of his posts this morning and am in love. I am circling this and drawing a heart around him. Here's a taste of his project...

After writing it from his heart, he killed it himself, just to be safe, and started over, stripping it of lovingly-crafted adverbs and drowning its passive voice in poison. Across the anvil of grammar he struck with the hammer of pathos until it glowed hot and bright, ready for battle.

[sigh]

Another thing I discovered... Special K smells like Addi's pee diapers. I'm not sure what to do with that.